A/N This my first posted story, I wrote it at 1 am in the morning so enjoy :D

In The Shadows

I have always watched him from a distance. I watch the way his molten silver eyes focus when he is concentrating or when he tucks a stray strand of blond hair behind his ear, how his form seemingly towers over mine and how is broad shoulders held him higher than those around him. His head begins to arch in my direction exposing his perfect jaw. I quickly looked away; he had almost caught me this time, not good. I really needed a new hobby. I felt a gaze on me, turning around I saw him scowling at me, he smirks and I return the scowl with a slight grimace, it feels so fake even to me. 'He must think I'm a freak' I can't help but think but at-least this time he didn't catch me. What would happen if he did? Would he shun me, would he think I was some creepy stalker? Probably.

He nods at me, it's small but I've become familiarized with that nod to recognize it from a mile away. He turns and walks out of the room. I stand up suddenly aware of all the other people in the room, had they noticed our exchange? I look to my friends, smile and make a feeble excuse; I nod once more at them before walking into the dimly lit hallway.

I walk through the winding passages, whispers echo around me but I go unnoticed. Out of the darkness I feel two long arms wrap around me. Shuddering slightly I recognize the touch immediately and sink back into his arms. I feel lips on my neck, leaving a hot trail of kisses up my collarbone and along my jaw eventually finding their way to mine which by this time are quivering with desperation and want. We kiss, within this action many things happen. Neither time nor reality no longer exist, I lose all sense being and hold onto him desperately. Nothing exists just him, and me the forbidden touch that flows though his fingers makes me forget and I can't help but wonder does he forget too? Or am I the only one who truly cares for the other. Why is he here? Why can't I just walk away? I think of these questions as we dress in the shadows. Pulling his cloak over his shoulders he turns to me, not daring to meet my gaze and says "Same time tomorrow?" I meekly nod and he turns away walking into the now empty corridor. I mimic his actions before quietly repeating to myself " Tomorrow". How long will his go on? What will happen when the shadows fade? Will tomorrow ever turn into more?

I step into the dimly lit corridor walking the up the stairs similar to the ones he had gone down on the opposite side of the hallway, I realize I had, had my answers from the beginning. We could never be together outside the shadows. A Gryffindor, a Slytherin, the Chosen One Who Must Defeat the Dark Lord and the One Who Bared the Dark Mark, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Two boys, both carry heavy burdens, lost in the world of keeping up appearances. One engaged since birth to a pureblood princess and the other the boyfriend of his best friend's sister. A relationship that would be shunned and looked apron with disgust, a relationship unimaginable and horrifying and a relationship that would never come into existence. For what we have now is no relationship of love, yes, he will never truly love me, it is merely uncontrollable lust that for the sake of both of us and those around us is best kept hidden in the shadows.